Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.